He knew at once that she was one of that class with whom he had never had any association.
She was the first lady whom he had ever addressed, and he could have bitten out his tongues when he remembered the form of his doing so.
"I beg your pardon, miss," he said confusedly, "my mistake! You see, your back was turned to me." She nodded and smiled graciously.
"If you are Mr.Scarlett Trent," she said, "it is I who should apologise, for I am a flagrant trespasser.

You must let me explain.".